Getting my wheelchair

I didn't get my first motorized wheelchair until I was 7. My parents debated back and forth on if I could handle driving it. My mother wanted me to have my independence. My dad worried if I could drive it.

Low and behold, I finally had my motorized chair! To me, I saw opportunity and fun. Sure I had to practice a lot but I caught on pretty quickly. Kids with disabilities now have an amazing variety of chairs compared to the early 1980s. Back then, choices were scarce and wheelchairs were just ugly! 

I've been in the middle of getting a new wheelchair Hell. I was evaluated back in April and here we are in October and I'm still waiting! Today I just got word that it finally has been submitted to the insurance company. Praise The Lord!  

Getting my last wheelchair was so easy compared to this. It makes no sense that someone who cannot walk all of their life or even a significant part should have to jump through so many hoops. A wheelchair isn't just a chair. It's an extension of who we are. We need it to perform daily living tasks, go to work, go shop, go places and live life normally.

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